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Muse for Mark is super low as I’m just beat from waking up at 4am to go to work yesterday and today. Not entirely sure when I’ll be on to do replies as I’m busy this week! Thanks for understanding and I’ll see you guys soon!

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angelxnfire:

“I’m tellin’ you, you’ve just gotta trust me.” Her voice trailed off for a moment as she nodded her head, shoving her hands down in her pockets as she avoided making eye contact. “Yeah,  I take my clothes off for money.” She sighs. Lauryn enjoyed certain aspects of her job but saying she strips for money is not her shining moment. “It pays the bills and then some,” she explains rather quickly.  Lauryn falls silent as she listens to Mark’s story. The woman stops in front of the coffee shop that she stays in several hours out of the day. “I’m really sorry to hear that,” she apologized as she gently touched his arm. “You don’t look a day over 35,” she smiled at him. The woman leans against the door, pushing it open. “Coffee’s on me, here’s to sobriety and new beginnings!” She smiled brightly. 

His body immediately reacts to her touch but not in any visible way. His heart beats just a little faster. It’s been quite a few months since he’s been with any woman simply because the heroin killed his sex drive and even after getting clean-- he’s been a bit of a hermit. He spends time with his two friends, Simon and Spud, but that’s about it. He smiles when she says he doesn’t look his age but doesn’t say much. He’s not quite sure how to take a compliment, but thanks her as she says the coffee is on her. “Thank you, ‘M pretty easy. I just drink it black.”

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sicvboy:

       all this questioning made sick boy roll his eyes. then he suddenly pulled renton to a more remote area. “listen. do you want to try heroin or not?” he frowned. “the prick has some good shit. even if it’s gon’ be bad, we ain’t losing anything. hell it won’t be bad! trust me!”

“Ay, fuckin’ hell!” He grumbled as his best friend pulled him along so they couldn’t be heard by any other students walking by. He took one last inhale of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground. “Yeah, fine. Fuck else I ‘ave to do to today?” Yeah, it really didn’t take much to persuade the young and impressionable boy. Plus, even if he didn’t know the guy-- he knew sick boy. He trusted him, at least. 

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kiissme:

          “Only if you were a pretty girl, I think. Y’know, a hot young thing gettin’ all the attention from right pervs giving ya all the likes, notes, comments and follows for the slightest bit of attention back.” She breaks out a grin, shaking her head. “Just the way of the world, now. The good ol’ days of privacy is long gone for most. It’s all ‘bout oversharin’. All for that sweet hit of instant gratification. That and PR. So… Either you’re sellin’ yourself or your job.” She gave him a light shrug, “It isn’t too bad, I mean, ya don’t have to put down your every move, just what ya wanna put out there. Social media is a beast, but… At least ya can use it to your advantage in some cases.”

“I may have not been a pretty girl... but I was a pretty good lookin’ young lad, ye’ know?” He teased with a shake of his head, “Probably would ‘ave looked a lot better had I not been pissin’ my life away for so many years.” He shrugged; his arms folded across his chest. He’s done plenty of things in his life that he regrets, but now was not the time to get into detail. A smile spread across his face, “I think I’ll stick to stayin’ off the grid, ye’ know? ‘M not very interestin’ these days, anyway.” He paused for a moment before nodding at the women, “Appreciate the input, though. I’m Mark.”

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sicvboy:

      simon’s laughter filled the school’s halls when renton gave him a playful push. as they walked through the door, simon also grabbed a cigarette and lit it up. “so i was thinking” he pulled the cigarette out of his teeth. “cigarettes are kinda boring. i know this guy…” simon began nudging renton with his elbow and giving him that look. they were talking about trying some stronger drugs and sick boy actually took it seriously.

Mark inhaled the poisonous smoke and exhaled as he spoke, “’Ye know a guy?” He questioned rather skeptically. He was all for trying harder drugs but he’d prefer to get it from someone he actually trusted-- although, he didn’t know who that would be. “--and who is this guy?”  

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@sicvboy continued from here

He noted the laughter from the other. He assumed sick boy had something to do with it but now he was certain. “’Cus I know ye’ did it, ye’ fuckin’ wanker!” He would give him a playful but rough shove as they exited the school-- immediately lighting up a cigarette when they were outside. 

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I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson  (via bexrps)

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angelxnfire:

Lauryn pouts in silence for a moment before a smile takes over her features. “Their coffee isn’t the greatest, but the cool lime drink is the best on a hot day, I’m just sayin’,” she offers up the suggestion as she walks beside Mark. There it was, the question she always dreaded because she wasn’t sure how people would react to the answer.  “You sure you want the answer?” She laughed softly. “I’m a dancer,” the woman answered, avoiding his eyes for a moment. “What brought you to New York?” 

“Well, maybe I’ll give that a try one day... but it better be fuckin’ delicious.” He teases as he continues to walk beside her. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he asked what she did for a living, but a dancer wasn’t it. “Like a stripper?” Of course, he wasn’t judging, he’s done way worse things to get by.. a lot he was not proud of. “Well, there is no shame in that, is there?” He assured her. “I’d be willin’ to bet ye’ make a good amount of money doin’ that.” 

He doesn’t answer right away as he decides what he wants to tell her. Normally, he wouldn’t spill his life story to someone he’s just met, but he felt compelled to be honest with her since she was with him. “Honestly, I’m an ex-junkie that jus’ got divorced. Didn’t have much goin’ for me there. I suppose I’m jus’ tryin’ to start over somewhere new. ‘S not easy when you’re forty-six and have lived your life one way for so long, but I’m tryin’. Been completely clean for about 6 months now.” 

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Just realized my oc link was not working but it’s fixed now. If anyone wants to follow and interact over there I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

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angelxnfire:

Lauryn smiles at Mark, watching as he stands up. The mention of coffee causes her to rise to her own feet. The girl lived in Brooklyn, she knew plenty of good shops that were not the coffee chain, although she did love their cool lime refreshers. “Hey, don’t hate on Starbucks, they have some good stuff,” she chuckled as she gathered her things. “I can show you my favorite shop in Brooklyn,  and I think I can spare a few minutes.” She smirks, looking over at him. 

“I will absolutely hate on Starbucks!” He replies with a grin, “‘M not sayin’ they are a shite company in general... I’m jus’ sayin’ their coffee is shite.” He laughed. “Great.” he falls in step with Lauryn when she offers to show him her favorite place to grab a cup. 

He walks quietly for a few seconds as he tries to figure out what to say. Small talk was so incredibly different when you’re sober... he’s still trying to figure out how to function like a normal human being without being high. He’s gotten much better, but he lost a lot of years to addiction. He clears his throat, “So, can I ask what you do for a living?”

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       “ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, I ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Tʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs. Lɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴ, I ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴ’s ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ”

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“I really don’t fuckin’ understand this fuckin’ facebook, twitter, instagram shite. Who the fuck has somethin’ interesting to talk about every day?” He looks down at his phone before looking back up at the other person. “Is it just ‘cus I’m old now? Maybe I would have wanted everyone in the whole world to know my every fuckin’ move when I was young?” Doubtful.

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angelxnfire:

“Very nice to meet ya’ Mark,” a smile adorns her features as she looks back at him. She had seen him a few times on his morning run while she was out. Lauryn nods her head quickly in response.  “Lived here all my life pretty much,” she explains. “So I’ll be the first to welcome you to the city that doesn’t sleep,” she smiled brightly. 

“Ah, well thank ye’, miss.” Mark stands up from his spot on the bench and looks around as if he’s searching for something. He’s honestly just searching for a reason to talk to her more. “Well, I reckon I’m about due for a morning coffee. Do ye’ know any good places? Just not Starbucks... that place is shite.” A small pause, “and, eh, I don’t want to harass you or anything... but if you’d like to have a cup with me? I’d appreciate the company.”

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angelxnfire:

Every morning, the young woman finds herself on the same park bench. She’s writing, scribbling across the page. Most of the time, she’s overlooked. A man’s voice shook her out of her concentration, her pen coming to a stop. Her eyes fall on the man sitting next to her, admiring him for a moment. She tries not to stare, her eyes drifting to the sky rather quickly.  “It’s a gorgeous day,” Lauryn smiles. Her eyes fell back to him, his eyes catching her attention. She leans back, draping her arm across the bench. “Lauryn,” she introduces herself to him. The girl closes the notebook on her lap, turning towards the man. 

“Mark. Nice to ye’, Lauryn.” He nods his head-- almost surprised she was actually talking to him. Maybe he hadn’t quite lost his charm just yet. He leans back on the bench as he stretches out his aching calfs-- still burning slightly from his morning run. 

“Do ye’ live around here? I just moved here from Scotland. Don’t really know anyone just yet.”

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@angelxnfire

Ever since kicking his heroin addiction; Mark has had to find healthier things to satiate his addictive personality. Music, books, movies, but most of all--running. Maybe subconsciously, he believes if he runs fast enough and far enough that his problems won’t be able to catch up with him. Whatever the reason, he runs about 3 miles before he stops to take a break at a park bench. 

With labored breath, he offers a smile to the young woman sitting next to him. Only then, does he recognize how pretty she is. His eyes trail upwards to the clear blue sky to avoid staring at her, “Beautiful day, innit?” Yeah, that’s the best he has right now to strike up a conversation with the pretty woman at the park. He’s a divorced, ex-heroin addict-- give him a break.